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Jun 2021
The walk is long, but my drink is iced
Drowning to the hands of my own device
With time to **** on my walk tonight
I hope my music blocks out the light
A lifetime of wandering and no path to follow
My inner self I seem to swallow
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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     Not Patty and Juneau
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